DP: Whoa, whoa, whoa! WHO THE FUCK IS SO DESPERATE TO CREATE ALL THESE NONSENSE SHIPS?!

Eren: What's wrong? *reads title* ...

Armin: A-A-A-A... I-I-I-I'm not g-g-g-g-gay!

Jean: aw, hell no!

DP: *jumps through the writer's phone* *grabs the writer

DP: WHO. THE. FUCK. MADE. THIS. SHIP?!

Writer: SOME DESPERATE FANS! PLEASE LET ME GO DEADPOOL!!!

DP: WHY DID YOU PUT THIS IN HERE! THEY ARE SO NOT GOOD TOGETHER! ARE YOU SO DESPERATE FOR READS?! *chokes Writer*

Writer: LOOK! 50% DISCOUNT OON U-U-UNICORN TOYS AND... *gets choked* CAPTAIN AMERICA ACTION FIGURES!!

DP: What?! WHERE?! Captain America and unicorns? Is this my birthday or what?

Writer: phew! I'm... alive. Thanks fate.

DP: MWAHAHAHAHA!!

Writer: Umm... can you get back to your story?

DP: No. I gotta go to my room and... touch myself. Bye.

(Deadpool's home)

DP: BLIND AL! Where's my Vaseline?!